Remorse in eyes,
His soul so small in size,
No strength in him to rise,
Yes! He is the cause of our demise!
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Thursday, 11 August 2011
The Dreams in My Box
Last night I was quite tired and weary,
With my eyes open, I saw a fairy,
Oh! Was she someone known?
Indeed, I am the shadow she once owned.
She urged me to unravel,
The dreams in my box,
To shun all my fears and
Open all the closed locks,
Enter the gate of freedom,
Play the guitars, marimbas and drums,
It is high time to see the flowers,
The way they are,
It is high time to fly,
And feel the colours of the sky!
There are demons and jungles,
And dark tunnels and dungeons,
There are chasms of the unknown,
And corners and spaces so lonely and alone.
So what! Why fear and not answer back,
Why not throw the evil in the abysmal sack!
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Seasons
Seasons changed,
They grew up too fast,
The minds raged,
But in an iron cast.
Seasons changed again,
Like the blinking eyes,
Oh! The mourning rain,
No courage left to rise.
Seasons of love and hatred!
No, of unfaithfulness,
She waited and waited,
To be killed with callousness!
Some seasons change,
But some remain the same,
Cold as sorrow,
Scorching as pain in vain!
Some seasons change, some remain the same.
Monday, 11 April 2011
The Unknown World
That's her - broken and shattered,
Collecting pieces of her life,
Amid unknown people, in an unknown world,
With tears shunning to cry and breath not wanting to die,
With smile just a facade and love a cruel guard!
Collecting pieces of her life,
Amid unknown people, in an unknown world,
With tears shunning to cry and breath not wanting to die,
With smile just a facade and love a cruel guard!
Saturday, 9 April 2011
A New Story
The doll of melancholy peeps through her shell,
Finds her soul feeling the death knell,
Oh! Here is a new story of sadness to tell,
Of pain tearing the mighty skies with its mute yell,
Of life plunging into the unknown dark well...
Oh! The rope of hope is no more to be found,
No bond of affection but a palpable boundless bound,
Her fading hues are shrieking with death's own silent sound,
It will be but a desolate world with her not around,
With her not around...
Saturday, 18 December 2010
There was more for you to sow...!
Somewhere in the blooming blue,
Your eyes give me a clueless clue,
You left me long ago in everyone’s view,
Oh! I still see your face... is it true?
Why did you have to go?
Why could you no longer row?
'cause there was more for you to sow...!
There is more for you to sow...!
Friday, 12 November 2010
A New Grave
A new day,
With a new grave,
A Sorrowful wave,
In the hopeless cave.
A dead soul,
Unpromising role,
A heart all alone,
The ticking clock,
And the door lock,
The mute TV,
And quiet brushes,
The paint bottles,
Wailing in pain,
Black and white,
No colours seen,
Just shrieking silence,
Amid the silent walls,
No need to call,
Characters not at all tall,
Revenge and hatred,
...........
The unlikable world,
Evey day,
A new day,
A new grave!
With a new grave,
A Sorrowful wave,
In the hopeless cave.
A dead soul,
Unpromising role,
A heart all alone,
The ticking clock,
And the door lock,
The mute TV,
And quiet brushes,
The paint bottles,
Wailing in pain,
Black and white,
No colours seen,
Just shrieking silence,
Amid the silent walls,
No need to call,
Characters not at all tall,
Revenge and hatred,
...........
The unlikable world,
Evey day,
A new day,
A new grave!
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Passing Thought!
Lined... Unlined... Maligned
Not that I don't want it,
Just that it meets up in the eyes of the unmet,
Meandering melody of life,
Molesting the magical mirage,
Murdering the mere iron mysteries,
Mining the mesmerizing music!
Friday, 26 February 2010
Monday, 22 February 2010
The Hues
A fractious heart,
A rebellious soul.
Dauntless eyes,
And tales untold.
Of love, of war,
Of feelings so cold.
Of serpentine dreams,
And reality sold.
Yes, she's made of gold.
With lightening thoughts,
And marvelous sleights,
She tries to get up,
Surprisingly to fall back again.
Is it the magic of the dark,
To juice it away always?
Whatever... it is her hues,
Which remain at last.
A rebellious soul.
Dauntless eyes,
And tales untold.
Of love, of war,
Of feelings so cold.
Of serpentine dreams,
And reality sold.
Yes, she's made of gold.
With lightening thoughts,
And marvelous sleights,
She tries to get up,
Surprisingly to fall back again.
Is it the magic of the dark,
To juice it away always?
Whatever... it is her hues,
Which remain at last.
Monday, 11 January 2010
10 Minutes to be everywhere!
10 minutes to create a report,
10 minutes to head for a meeting,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to know if my heart is still beating.
10 minutes for the waiting auto,
10 minutes for the client's head heating,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to see if my life is cheating.
10 minutes for my fiance to reach me,
10 minutes for the sun to be setting,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to wipe eyes that are weeping.
10 minutes to be sad and happy both,
10 minutes to be yours and everyone's too,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to end my life and begin anew for you!
10 minutes to head for a meeting,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to know if my heart is still beating.
10 minutes for the waiting auto,
10 minutes for the client's head heating,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to see if my life is cheating.
10 minutes for my fiance to reach me,
10 minutes for the sun to be setting,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to wipe eyes that are weeping.
10 minutes to be sad and happy both,
10 minutes to be yours and everyone's too,
10 minutes to be everywhere,
10 minutes to end my life and begin anew for you!
Sunday, 10 January 2010
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